The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott couldn't guarantee anything.

"You should ask him yourself."

Du, du du.

Roger suddenly banged on the table. "Hey, this is the first official meeting of the 'Tower of Babel' organization, not a pre-match meeting for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

“That’s right,” Eddie agreed. “Let’s get down to business.”

He coughed lightly a few times, attracting everyone's attention.

"Let me first share my thoughts. What we need to do now is to gradually expand the size of the organization."

As he spoke, he took out a notebook and flipped through a few pages.

"I think we can start from the following points."

"The first step is the expansion of the organization's membership."

"Each of us can use words to test the waters among our friends to see if there are any like-minded partners."

"If the other party is suitable, we can bring in our organization."

"Secondly, it is the expansion of the organization's influence."

"The only way I can think of is to use Scott's influence to start subtly promoting our ideas."

"After the Triwizard Tournament last year, Scott has begun to gain some influence in the wizarding world, but that's not enough."

"This is a great opportunity."

"Since Minister Burns has promised to help Scott apply for the Order of Merlin, First Class, Scott's contribution will not be omitted from the official publicity for this victory."

Fred laughed and said, "Oh, once these achievements are announced, Scott will definitely have even more admirers."

“That’s right.” Eddie looked at Scott. “Reporters will definitely come to visit you. You can take the opportunity to reveal some of our organization’s ideas.”

Roger cautioned, "Of course, you should be tactful and not say it outright."

“I understand,” Scott nodded.

"Leave the rest of the publicity tasks to me."

Eddie closed his notebook.

“I’m an expert in this area, and I even have a pseudonym that allows me to publish articles in The Daily Prophet.”

“Of course, it’s most suitable to hand it over to you,” Scott agreed wholeheartedly.

“I can help too,” Luna said. “We can even publish articles in my dad’s ‘The Quibbler’ magazine.”

Scott asked her curiously, "Would Mr. Lovegood be interested in our ideas?"

“Oh, I think so.” Luna blinked. “He likes all things new and interesting.”

Scott asked, "Haven't you told him yet?"

Luna shook her head. "No, I thought it was something that needed to be kept secret."

“Then you should talk to him,” Scott said. “There’s no need to keep it a secret from family.”

“Oh, I will write to my dad.” Luna smiled happily.

Scott smiled and then looked at the others.

"Everyone is welcome to speak up if they have any ideas."

“I…” Milton said, “I think the admission of new members still requires a review ceremony.”

Roger said, "Then let the members other than the recommender vote by raising their hands. Only wizards who receive a majority of 'yes votes' will be allowed to join our organization."

Milton nodded in agreement. "That's fine too."

“But we can only do this in the initial stages,” Scott said. “Our goals are ambitious, and the Tower of Babel can’t remain a small organization forever.”

Fred said, "Let's worry about the future later. It's fine as it is now."

“That’s true,” Scott smiled. “We’ll improve it step by step.”

At that moment, Helena spoke.

“I’ll talk to other ghosts about this topic; maybe some of them will be interested in our target.”

Scott said to her, "Then I'll leave it to you."

He wouldn't refuse if other ghosts were willing to join.

Although ghosts have many limitations, they can also do many things that living people cannot.

For example, they can ignore terrain restrictions and come and go freely anywhere; even Hogwarts' protective magic cannot stop ghosts from visiting.

They possess a unique advantage in delivering messages and gathering intelligence.

“There are more ghosts in the magical world than you think,” Helena said. “That’s because some ghosts don’t like meeting the living.”

"Oh, don't they get lonely?" George asked curiously.

Helena smiled slightly, "Ghosts often have various gatherings and activities."

"cool!"

Fred and George gave the same assessment.

“Is there anything else to say?” Scott asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then let's adjourn the meeting," Scott announced.

Seeing that everyone had stood up, Scott added, "Please pretend you don't know anything about Harry's matter, and it's best not to reveal anything to him."

“Oh…” Angelina said with a troubled expression, “This is a bit difficult.”

Fred took her hand. “Just treat him as usual. He must be under a lot of pressure.”

"Don't worry, at least he can find happiness at the Quidditch pitch." George also took Arya's hand.

Angelina agreed, "That's true."

Arya also said, "The happiest Harry I've ever seen is on the pitch."

"Especially when Gryffindor wins."

The two girls smiled knowingly, shook off their boyfriends' hands, and walked hand in hand toward the door.

Roger chuckled and said to the twins who were looking at each other, "You two can walk hand in hand too."

"Oh, go find your Cachini, Roger."

"I heard that Krum is still writing to Kachini."

The twins pulled out Voldemort masks, put them on, gave Roger two comical dark devil faces, and then walked away arm in arm.

After leaving the Requirement Room, Scott and his roommates returned to their dorm room.

Before going to take a shower, Scott looked at the ring on his left index finger.

He still hasn't confirmed Ymir's condition.

At that time, he had Ymir hold off Voldemort, and then he directly closed the spatial passage to the Niflheim secret realm.

Although Ymir can return to its original alternate dimension on its own, Scott is unsure whether Voldemort caused any damage to it.

Let's summon Ymir from the Forbidden Forest tomorrow and take a look.

With that in mind, Scott took a shower and then lay down on the bed in his pajamas.

His roommates assumed he was tired, so they didn't say anything to disturb him.

But Scott wasn't in a hurry to go to sleep.

He wanted to try and see if he could see Merlin again in his dreams.

If Harry could meet Merlin, perhaps his problems could be solved.

Otherwise, it's that feeling of having done something but still having a small, unresolved issue left unresolved...

It's like collecting the papers when you reach the last question in an exam.

It's like running 99 meters in a 100-meter race, and then the last meter of the track collapses.

It's really unbearable.

In short, Scott muttered to himself like a charlatan for a while before going to bed.

Of course, to avoid his roommates thinking he was crazy, he lowered the bed curtains and cast a soundproof spell.

Finally, he met Merlin in his dream as he had hoped.

Is it really that effective?

In the same boundless sea of ​​flowers, Scott looked with some surprise at Merlin, who appeared in the air as a handsome young man with white hair.

"Didn't you want to see me?"

Merlin glanced sideways at Scott.

"What are you surprised about now?"

“I’m sorry,” Scott said, “I didn’t expect…”

He really didn't expect Merlin to appear so easily, like a summoned beast.

Merlin narrowed his eyes, revealing a sly smile. "Oh, child, are you thinking of something rude?"

"Feel sorry."

Scott bowed his head and offered a crisp apology.

Merlin chuckled as before, "I thought you'd try to deny it."

Haha, what's the point of lying and making excuses in front of Merlin?

Scott, a bachelor, thought.

He even suspected that in this dream world, all his thoughts were transparent to Merlin.

"It's not that amazing," Merlin waved his hand. "I can just sense some of your emotions."